There's nothing like a little boy carrying a bright pink Dora purse to bring out all the homophobic tendencies in grown women and men. He might as well just start collecting Barbara Streisand cds and joining Cher chat boards for God sakes.
Aside from what happens to be a pretty cool way to carry all your tools, trucks, and other shit, a handbag is hardly an indicator of someone's sexuality. Are there hordes of men blaming their gayness on the fact that they, at one point in time, played with girl toys?
Yeah, I just don't think so. And yet, people get incredibly squeamish, particularly when it comes to boys.
A few weeks ago, Quinlan brought a tote bag along in the car to carry around her [
crap] toys and upon exiting the car for our shopping trip, Drew needed something as well or he would surely unleash his "bats out of Hades" scream. And the only thing I had laying around was the aforementioned pink Dora purse.
He carried it proudly, hanging it on his forearm like a small purse should be carried, and grasped his favorite matchbox car in his free hand. And wouldn't you know how many people felt the need to share their opinions about such a ridiculous sight, to the tune of "Oh don't let your daddy see you!" or "You might want to put that away before people catch you!"
Good thing I didn't show them that I had painted his two big toenails pink. People would have called protective services on me.
Truth be told, I can't say I'd purchase a handbag for my son without his prompting. It's made a bit easier to incorporate toys aimed at both genders thanks to his older sister who is obsessed with all things pink, and a soon-to-be younger sister who will most likely be quickly schooled in the ways of the Disney princesses.
But you can't blame a kid for being fascinated with all the things that glitter. Regardless of what you're sporting in your underpants, a baby-sized stroller is pretty freaking cool, and a baby doll that robotically coos and talks when you walk by it is damn mesmerizing.
And glitter. I mean how can you pass up something glittery?
Both my husband and I are inclined to believe that kids like what they like, not only from what's available to them in their toybox, but also what they see their siblings and their parents using. Both my kids enjoy playing dress up and pushing strollers. And they're just as infatuated with a rubber ball, a set of pretend tools, and race cars.
I'm not even going to tell you how many UFC-reminiscent fights they've had over that plastic power drill.
I think being a kid means enjoying all kinds of toys, and the experiences of all different people, regardless of their gender. So if painting his toenails pink and carrying a purse "makes" him gay, then so be it.
I happen to think that a good sized dose of estrogen pumped into our sons might not be such a bad thing afterall.